Bags - Flowing Mystery
The trickle of water was a soothing answer to the harsh wailing of the wind.
A delicate repeating pattern of sublime jumbled rhythms, it would be hard to feel uneasy here.
Yet still, bliss did allude me as I watched the water cascading. Something about my friend felt off, perhaps they were hungry?
Not knowing how to pry any further than I’ve done in the past, a simple phrase of no consequence escaped my lips.
And the water continue to fall.